I held onto the wall for support. I took another breath, trying to calm down myself. The corridor started spinning.
I wanted to cry again. I wanted to run away as fast as I could. But I couldn't. I wouldn't run away. I stood where I was.
The nurse came back and found me on the floor, tears forming a river on the edges of my eyes, "Are you okay Miss?"
She gasped at the sight of the burnt thigh, still in the cover of the porridge. She helped me up and placed her arm over my shoulder.
I took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes, I'm fine," I forced a smile
"But the thigh looks pretty burned." Her brows furrowed.
"It's fine," I tried to sound convincing, "I think it's just a burn. No need to worry,"
"Are you serious? you need to see the doctor. It will be real quick, come on" She said helping me off the ground.
"Thanks..." I muttered weakly.
She took me to the doctor's office. Opening it exposed a doctor who looked like he was in his forties, had long-blown hair, and was focused on his computer. The office was pretty good too, White being the theme.
"Oh," A reaction he made upon seeing my thigh. "Miss, please take a seat" Dr. Garcia smiled.
I thanked him and sat down on the couch opposite him. He started assessing the wound,
"Now, tell me what happened" he spoke calmly. I looked down. I sighed lightly as I managed to answer
"The porridge accidentally got spilled on the thigh as I was trying to feed my husband," I lied, who would want people to know about their husbands spilling a hot porridge on them and they wouldn't even care?
He started assessing the wound. I hissed when he touched the blister that was already huge, "Did it hurt?"
I nodded. He continued with the assessment until he came up with the conclusion, "This is a second-degree wound, which means the pain is a bit severe,"
I nodded. After making further examination, he then took a white dressing and carefully started applying it to the wound "This dressing is infused with ointment. It will help you heal faster,
" Thanks,"
"You're good to go," He gave me a list of things I needed for the wound. I thanked him again and headed outside.
I headed down and bought what I needed for my wound. As I stepped outside the building, the chauffeur was waiting for me, seeing the dressing on my thigh his eyes widened, "Are you okay, Madam?"
"Yes, thanks," I answered him. As soon as I settled into the car, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through several apps. Anything to keep myself from thinking too hard especially what happened earlier. I didn't want to feel weak in front of the driver or anyone else.
That's when a text message popped up,
'Hey, beautiful!'
My eyes widen. Marcus would never text me like this. Not even in his wildest dreams,
'Who are you?'
'Alejandro. You were already discharged when I reached the hospital. How are you?'
A small smile lit up my face,
'I'm fine
I lied.
'Good to know. I hope it's okay for us to talk from time to time
We both knew it wasn't okay. Part of me knew this would one day cause a huge mess, but anyway,
'Sure'
'I'm glad. I have to get back to work now. I will check on you later,'
'Okay'
I couldn't help but smile at the messages, I kept rereading them over and over again.
'Bye, beautiful!' Another message popped up again. Maybe okay was too short and serious to send.
'Bye Alejandro.'
The fact that he called me beautiful made me all warm inside. Even if that was just a simple text.
I laid my head on the window until I reached the mansion.
Hopping out of the car, the maids who were passing by were surprised. The expression was vivid in their widened eyes and their lips open. I looked away.
"Madam, are you okay?" One of them asked as they stepped closer.
"Can you walk?" They asked. Couldn't they even think that right at that moment, I was walking? Plus the wound didn't reach my bones so they were still functioning despite all odds.
"Yes, I can," how I wish I could let out a boring sigh or let all my anger on them. Plus, my leg felt heavy and, I could barely keep my balance. Everything was just a mess.
"I need to rest," I said walking towards the house without sparing them a second glance. My leg kept getting heavier as I was walking upstairs to my room.
The process became more unbearable when the maids were staring at me. I didn't see them, but their eyes kept giving me a strange feeling.
Reaching my room, I sat at the age of the bed. I finally felt like I was breathing, and tears started forming in my eyes again.
The pain I felt in the thigh was nothing compared to the pain my heart had been feeling since I saw him.
I couldn't help but sob. Every time my thoughts drifted to him and every time I remembered his face when the accident occurred, my eyes would sting with tears once again. I could no longer control them.
I let the tears fall. I cried until I fell asleep.
My eyes opened at the thought, feeling like I heard something falling on the ground. I was still at the age of the bed. Shortly after, the wound started giving the feeling like it was breathing again.
Tonight was extremely hot, and unfavourable condition for my burnt skin. My eyes started wandering again at the sound of AC being turned on.
That's when I sat. My heart skipped a beat seeing who it was,
"Juan?" I looked around, my heart was already anxious. "What are you doing here? What if someone saw you?" I whispered.
He didn't say a word, his brown T-shirt and dark
jeans hung loosely on his body. His brown hair was messy as usual.
"Juan?" I repeated myself this time I whispered louder. After controlling dealing with the AC, he finally turned to me,
"I heard what happened. I was concerned for you, madam," he explained calmly.
"I am fine. I just need some rest," I mumbled as I lay back on the bed.
His eyes moved to the wound on my thigh. A frown appeared on his face and stepped closer to where I was. Crouching down, his hand reached for my thigh.
"Let me help you,"
"I'm fine," I said firmly as I sat up.
"Please don't lie to me," his voice was filled with emotion. He was sincere, "I got such accidents quite often than you may believe,"
"Burnt by a some porridge?"
I asked raising a brow. He frowned as if remembering the incident.
"Hot water to be more specific. And then by the fire," he added, "and a few days ago by extremely hot oil,"
His gaze met mine as a faint smirk crossed his lips, "I doubt your wound is not hurting right now."
"What did you do then? You know, taking care of the wounds?"
"Would you like me to show you how?" The intense gaze he gave sent small butterflies dancing and tickling my stomach.
I shook my head and chuckled, "I guess not,"
"I'm serious Madam," he said softly. He stared straight into my eyes. "This is your first accident."
"Yeah," I replied hesitantly.
"And you are very stubborn, aren't you?" I frowned.
"Fine, but don't stay for too long because someone might catch you,"
"I understand, but I can't let you treat it yourself," he grabbed a bottle of medicine that was resting on the nightstand, "Here," he handed me the bottle.
Taking the bottle from his hand, I looked at it and swallowed hard, "Thank you."
"You're welcome,"
He opened the bandaid covering the wound, and I winced. He noticed it, "Sorry. I'll try to be gentle,"
I nodded and closed my eyes, bracing myself as his fingers touched the place where the soup had touched my flesh. The sting of the burning sensation was almost unbearable.
"How hot was this soup?" He asked as he noticed my hissing, "And did you take any medication to lessen the pain?"
"No," I answered as I felt another wave of pain hit me. I clenched my teeth together as I tried not to scream,
"I'm sorry," he said as he finished applying the medicine. Then he took the new bandaid and started covering it.
By this time, the pain was a bit unbearable. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow,
"It hurts?"
I nodded slightly.
"The medicine you've applied stings more than I expected,"
"Aren't there any painkillers in the room?" He asked, his eyes searching around the room.
"I don't know where they are,"
After searching around, he looked at me again. The action that followed made my eyes wide open. Everything around me turned into slow motion. The wound suddenly stopped stinging.
He came closer and placed his index finger under my chin, making me look at him. His lips were inches away from mine. He stared at my eyes before pressing his lips on mine.
This guy just kissed me.